In 2011, thousands of New Englanders occupied an obscure slice of Boston and became leaders in a national movement against greed. Five years later, we asked some of those activists to reflect on their radical protest camp experiment.
I’m glad this column has allowed me to shine a light, however small, on the ills that plague the city. But we need more voices like mine, and more willingness to take risks.
What marks each of those dark episodes is a failure to fathom where an outlet’s vision leads, to carry rhetoric to its logical conclusion. This satirical interpolation attempts to do just that, to envision what Boston looks like with the Globe spinning rightward.
Despite a resounding “no” from the people of Boston, development remains a top-down process guided by the city’s elite
The mayor saved Bostonians from a Summer Games budget-fuck no more than someone who arranges for a kidnapping and then pays the ransom rescued a missing child.
As the hipster paper of record in this town, we couldn’t be any happier to say, “We despised that band before they even dropped their first shitty single.”
Menino hoped to keep the racks of ribs and crates of seafood fresh from the Atlantic overflowing in the heart of Boston forever.
Before long, it became clear that the event organizers were unwilling to turn any meaningful authority over to members of the public.
Dispatch from the most exhausting week in Olympic history